Lumax - STAY

3

Lucas's POV
I've been sitting in the waiting room for already 5 hours and the doctors haven't told me anything about Max's condition.

I can imagine how bad it must be when they are still not done with her after 5 hours.

5 fucking hours.

I'm still wearing my bloody clothes that are covered in Max's blood. Every time someone walks by they stare at me, literally staring at me not even trying to hide it. Like I'm lucky their eyes didn't fall out. Some people really have no manners.

I know I could go home and change but I just can't bring myself to leave, not till I know what's wrong with Max.

I wanna be there the seconds I can. I wanna be there for her. I need to be there for her. She's my star and I'll never let that star out of my sight again.

A few minutes later Steve, Robin, Nancy, Dustin, Erica, and Will walk in "Lucas!" Dustin yells. I run over to them and hug them. They have changed their clothes.

I hope everything went well. God please just tell me no one died.

"So? How is everyone?" I say in a worried tone. 

"We did it," says Nancy with tears in her eyes "He's dead" she ends her sentence.

I smile with a tear slipping out of my eye.

"What about Max? How is she?" Steve asks. I wish I knew, I think to myself. "I don't know, they haven't told me anything I've been sitting here for 5 hours," I tell them more tears slipping out of my eyes.

Everyone looks at me with a face full of sadness and sympathy and it goes silent for a minute. I decide to break the silence  "Where's everyone else?" I ask "Well as much as El wanted to come she just killed Vecna and she's tired, Hopper and Joyce went with her and so did Mike" Nancy informs me "Jonathan and Murray went too" Will adds.

I smile happy that everyone's okay.

Why couldn't Max be so lucky?

Since I've been sitting in the waiting room I had a lot of time to think. Think about Max. Think about everything, and so many thoughts went through my head like, what if she won't ever see again? What if she won't ever walk?

And it's all my fault..

❤️‍🩹

An hour later some doctors finally came and asked for a parent or guardian. Max's mom didn't die but she left after Max fell into a coma.

I knew her mother drank I just didn't know it was that bad. Her mom was an alcoholic.

When Max went into her coma I thought about her family a lot, It helped me realize how bad of a fucked up family she had.

Her stepbrother, abusive and dead. Her stepfather, abusive and left. Her biological dad, god knows.

Her mother, even though I knew she loved her daughter.

She didn't love her enough to stay.

She left while her daughter was fighting for her life to live with a guy in Chicago and said "Don't worry I'll be sending money for her treatment"

What the fuck. How can a mother do that? I think to myself. I mean I'm not trying to say her mother shouldn't move on and try to be happy but leaving your daughter behind like that? It's like your losing hope.